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Your burning skies are never ending across your red brush plainsOut where the dingo still is king and eternity remainsThere between the old and ancient there's an oasis brightYour gentle children who have gone are close to me tonight

In your singing landIn your singing landShine on, oh shine on over me

There's a feeling still and eerie, there's a feeling strongThe path humanity has come and the path that he has goneMe I am, I am just passing three score years and tenAnd I'm just a stranger who may never come this way again

In your singing landIn your singing landShine on, oh shine on over me

Under the spell of caterpillar dreaming a new light shapes its form Along the river's naked banks that are straining from the stormOn sacred rock in thunder ocean the tree of man grows clearThe woodlarks sing, the woodlarks dance and the dawn is slipping near